“You had gnomes?” exclaimed the goddess. “But it was a National Trust property!”
“They were a secret. She hid them in the rhododendrons.”
The goddess snorted. “I had Zeus leering at me for decades. At least I never have to see him again.”
There was a commotion nearby.
“Don’t look now,” the cherub whispered, “but I think he’s right be…”
Two humans approached, carrying something heavy.
“Yes, these two go as one lot.”
They propped Zeus against the goddess’s shoulder, staring at the cherub.